In another room of the Con...

    Damn it all...

    She'd have liked to have gone as Hitomi again, but the FBI agents would have been on
    to her in a second. So she had to choose a more discreet costume -- one that obscured
    her features enough so that nobody would be able to tell who she was. In the end, it had
    required a bit of cross-dressing -- surprisingly few female anime characters had their
    features covered.

    So she'd gone as Zelgadiss. The chimera virus was just the perfect way to detract
    attention from her features. Still, she'd liked that Hitomi costume, and it was infinitely
    more preferable to this wig and face makeup.

    Otakus, all over the place. Disgusting, every single one of them. Didn't they have
    anything better to do with their lives? The way she saw it, she was doing the world a favor
    by wiping them off the planet.

    And then there was Amano. Her features softened as she thought of him. 'Damn, why'd
    he have to be so damn sweet?' she thought bitterly. 'I've still got to kill him, but it's
    such a pity.' She strengthened her resolve by remembering that Amano-sempai was a reminder
    of her failure; the one that got away.

    She couldn't believe the extent people went to for these affairs. Why, there was
    a guy in a lizard mask over there, of all things! Well, true otakus like that deserved to
    die.

    She walked over to the man. "Excuse me, I'm lost. Could you possibly help me out?"
    she asked him, putting on her 'little girl lost' routine.

    The man looked at her through the mask with cold, pupiless eyes. The mask was just so
    realistic...

    "I have no business with people like you. Go away."
 
    What was this? Nobody spoke to HER like that! "I'm just asking for help! A handsome
    man like you can't spare a little time?" she asked through gritted teeth.

    He looked at her. Then, to her shock, he laughed. "Persistant, aren't you? Perhaps
    we can talk somewhere more privately..." He led her to a small alcove.

    Before she could say anything, the man looked at her. "Now what's an intelligent girl
    like you acting like such a common ditz for?" he asked her.

    She blinked. "Nani?"

    "Oh please. I'm not much unlike you -- I can see it in your eyes, your posture. You
    too have a quest in life, do you not?"

    She couldn't believe it. "Well, yes I do."

    "And you wish to make yourself known to everybody, right?"

    Excited, she replied, "Oh yes! Yes!"

    The man smiled grimly. "Then you understand me. For I too strive for a greater goal --
    one that people will remember me for throughout the millenia. But people constantly get in
    my way and try to prevent me from attaining that goal. I feel that, together, we could
    easily dispose of these distractions and reach our final destination in destiny. What do you
    say?"

    She was ecstatic. Here at last was a man who believed her, a man who understood her.
    No comments of "psycho" or "madwoman" -- this was indeed a kindred spirit. So what if he
    was a bit of a freak? Together, they could make themselves a force to be reckoned with.
    "Count me in. I'll follow you where ever you go! But who are you?"

    The man simply replied, "Just call me Terry Kahn."

Freon:

    "Freon's Log. Well that was one ****ed up series of events. I wonder where those
    guys came from anyway? And that elf guy was looking at me real coldly. Well, can't win 'em
    all, I guess. At any rate, the whole thing was worth it! I've got two more interested chicks
    to add to my grocery list, and the con is still young! Forget Baka-Con, the year 2000 is THE
    year for looooove!

    I've wandered into the hospitality room again... not exactly a room full of pleasant
    memories for me, but everybody comes here at some point. Besides, the thought of all those
    girls was making me thirsty. Still no Surge in the machines though (Damn). Well, a can
    of Citra oughta do just fine!"

    [Freon walks to the Pop machine. He looks at it for a bit, shudders, then puts a coin in
    and gets a soda. He opens it and begins to drink.]

    Bish Guy: (in the shadows) We just keep running into each other, don't we?

    [Freon does a spit-take.]

    "SHIT! WHAT, DOES THIS GUY HAVE A TRACKING DEVICE ON ME OR SOMETHING?!"

    Freon: You just don't give up, do you?

    Bish Guy: (emerging from shadows) Well, they say persistance pays off...

    "He's looking a lot... less healthy than he used to. Well, couldn't have happened to a nicer
    guy!"

    Freon: Look, yaoi boy, I'm not in the mood for a deja vu experience, so I think I'll just
    take off now, IF THAT'S NOT TOO MUCH TROUBLE.

    [He heads towards the door. Bish Guy blocks it.]

    Bish Guy: What, no good-bye kiss?

    "THAT'S IT, LIEUTENANT! NO MORE MR. NICE GUY! WE'RE SWITCHING TO OFFENSIVE MODE!"

    Freon: Move aside, pal. [He tries to shove Bish Guy out of the way. Bish Guy pushes him
    back.]

    Bish Guy: Now now, that's now very nice!

    [Freon decks him. He's generally got the upper hand, and eventually he shoves him into the
    pop machine.]

    Freon: Don't mind me, I was feeling a little thirsty for payback.

    "Nobody messes with Bond, pal! HA!"

    Bish Guy: (grinning evilly) That's quite all right. I like guys who play it rough.

    [He suddenly lifts Freon by the shirt and throws him all the way to other side of the room.
    Freon hits the opposite wall and falls down.]

    "Ooooh... who's he been training with, Arnold Schwarzenegger?"

    [Bish Guy comes over, picks Freon up, and throws him into the pop machine. Freon leaves
    a dent.]

    "This... could be trouble..."

    [Bish Guy saunters over, lifts Freon by the neck, carries him over to the table and pushes
    him so that the table is forcing him to bend back.]

    Bish Guy: Now, sweetie, how about a nice... "embrace?"

    [Bish Guy bares his teeth. He's got fangs.]

    "HOLY MOTHER OF £$#^! WHEN DID I GET TAKEN INTO A BUFFY EPISODE?!"

    [Bish Guy bends down to bite Freon's neck, but before he can, Hibichi rushes in and impales
    him with his wooden katana. Bish Guy gives one final gasp and disintigrates.]

    Hibichi: (Japanese) <Hey! Hey! Are you all right? Speak to me now!>

    Freon: (Japanese) <We'll be back with "The Life of Freon," but first, a word from our
    sponsors.> [He passes out.]

    Hibichi: (English) ... Oy...
 

Coming up!

- Tomiko gets a guilt trip!
- Kirin gets a little morbid...
- And Freon gets a surprise visitor!